Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.